I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Otherwise what? What do you want me to do? Force you not to go? Say I'll kill myself if you go?"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Kitahara Hakuba's forehead:

"Well, it's not that serious. You should at least come with me, right? Like, for my personal safety or something, and keep a close eye on me. You're my girlfriend, right?"

"Since you've put it that way, I have even less reason to go, right?"

“Hmm

Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt, and his body felt an unusual fever.

Shinomiya is his girlfriend, but he plans to secretly have sex with a female student on Christmas night, and even hopes to do more in Aomori.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"No, Yao Bao, you're so sweet. What do you want for Christmas?"

Kitahara Hakuba stared blankly out the window as beautiful young girls walked past him. In the corridor of the brass band club, he could see a member practicing alone with his window open.

A laugh came from the other end of the phone:

"No one ever proactively asks you what gift you want. Just figure it out yourself."

"The car has been delivered. How about we send you a house in Sapporo instead?"

"I told you to think about it yourself. Bye, good luck at work, Kitahara-sensei."

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Kitahara Hakuba's fingertips twirled the phone back and forth, wondering if he could really bring happiness to everyone connected to him.

Or is it all just wishful thinking on my part?

Chapter 403, Section 402: The Confident Girl and the Ignorant Girl (6)

Several students walked across the snow-covered ground, their bodies bundled up tightly, their breath dissipating into the cold air in puffs of white smoke.

They laughed and joked with each other, their voices mostly absorbed by the snow, leaving only indistinct music dancing in Kitahara Hakuba's ears.

"Let's go." Kitahara Hakuba didn't give a direct answer, but instead adopted an indifferent attitude.

Saito Harutori pursed her lips. She knew that she was already far behind from the start, so it was understandable that he treated her so coldly.

"Teacher Kitahara, I'm a girl too."

Kitahara Hakuma, who was walking ahead, heard her almost muttering words, her voice so soft it seemed to fall into a honey-colored orchard: "I also feel lonely. Don't you think this is too cruel to me? You know my situation perfectly well. I only have you left."

Kitahara Hakuba glanced back at her. The girl's cheeks were flushed as if by the cold wind, a thin layer of blush, with a hint of youthful white beneath.

Her eyes were dark and lost, with long, thick eyelashes that seemed to flutter as a butterfly trembled as it took flight.

Kitahara Hakuba didn't know how to reply to her, and he wasn't even clear about his feelings for Saito Haruka.

Having seen all her beautiful features and even experienced her skills, Kitahara Hakuba felt it would be a bit much to say he had no feelings for her.

He rubbed his hands back and forth in his pockets. The girl in front of him had indirectly expressed her feelings more than once, and he was well aware of it.

Kitahara Hakuba considered himself too hypocritical, knowing full well that Saito Harukori had those kinds of feelings, yet he still "accidentally" went to her house to use his eyes to wantonly enjoy her youthful and voluptuous body.

What was my thinking? Was it because I knew she was willing to do anything that I went? To experience her deliberate actions.

Kitahara Hakuba glanced to the side, his tone becoming unusually gentle:

Are you still living alone lately?

Perhaps sensing that his voice had become incredibly gentle, Saito Harutori looked up at him, nodded, and said:

"Yes, alone."

Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of white mist:

Do you have any money left?

"Uncle Nagase didn't make things difficult for me; he even gave me enough money to study at a university in Tokyo until I graduated."

Saito Harutori forced a faint smile onto her small face, raised her hand to smooth her hair, and said, "How should I put it? Although I'm very grateful, it feels like you're just taking the money and leaving us alone."

Kitahara Hakuba fell silent. He knew that Saito Harutori's words were ostensibly directed at the Nagasuke family, but in reality, they were a subtle way of telling him not to use the same methods to distance himself from her.

He continued walking toward the station, with Saito Harukori following behind him.

"So what do you want now? Do you want me to temporarily add you in?"

Kitahara Hakuba said nonchalantly, "I can temporarily add a euphonium for you, but you'll have to figure out the melody and order yourself with Isomoto."

Saito Harutori stared at his retreating figure in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to be willing to add her as an extra person at the last minute.

All the complaints and sadness that came with him were completely wiped out by his simple words, like sugar cubes falling into hot water, melting away little by little, effortlessly.

I was actually quite happy; I was so easy to deal with.

After calming down her newly formed excitement, Saito Harutori thought for a moment and said:

"No, I've already teamed up with Amatsu and the others. If I leave now, it wouldn't be good for them."

“I see,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “If you have any problems, you can come and ask me directly.”

Saito Haruka quickened her pace in her brown loafers, closing the distance between them in an instant, and stared intently at his profile as she spoke:

"How does Kitahara-sensei plan to spend Christmas?"

"Wasn't the performance at the Red Brick Warehouse that day?" Kitahara Hakuba said.

"I'm talking about what to do after it's over? Like, are there any private activities or anything?"

Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly. If there were any private activities, it would definitely be with his girlfriend.

Just as he was about to say, "Let's go for a casual stroll together with Shinomiya-sensei," Saito Harutori suddenly spoke up:

"Since everyone in the brass band is here, why don't we have a big party after the ensemble performance? Since Mr. Kitahara is leaving, everyone probably wants to spend more time with him." (This last part is a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)

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Kitahara Hakuba was speechless. Saito Harutori's words were full of obvious scheming, yet he couldn't feel a single bit of opposition to them.

The first people he thought of were Kuno Tachibana, with whom he had already established a relationship, and Kanzaki Eri.

If Kitahara Hakuba were to abandon the two of them on Christmas Eve, he would feel guilty.

However, the "Bracket Club Christmas Party" proposed by Saito Haruka now gives him a perfectly legitimate reason to spend time with them, and Shinomiya Haruka probably won't refuse.

While lamenting her own shame, Saito Harutori smiled sheepishly and said:

"Is that all? It'll be great as long as everyone's here."

Kitahara Hakuba realized that he was acting like a fool, leaving everything to Saito Haruki, which made him somewhat uncomfortable. However, in reality, this situation was very beneficial to him.

“,” he said.

The moment I stepped onto the platform, the tram bound for Wulingdun Station pulled into the station.

I followed the flow of people into the carriage, found a seat and sat down. The sky outside the window looked even more gloomy.

"It wasn't much warmer inside the carriage either."

Saito Haruka sat down naturally next to Kitahara Hakuba, clearly doing it on purpose, her soft thighs pressed tightly against his. "Does Kitahara-sensei like wearing heat packs?"

"I didn't put that thing on."

Kitahara Hakuba did not choose to pull his leg back, perhaps because the girl's leg was warm, or perhaps because he felt it was pointless.

"I really like sticking that thing on. I used to be silly and stick it on my chest, but Yueye said that you shouldn't stick it on your chest, but on your spine instead."

Saito Harutori laughed in his ear as if recalling a funny past event.

Her milky scent wafted past Kitahara Hakuba's nose, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Saito, what are your plans in Tokyo?"

"Hmm?" Saito Harutori seemed not to have expected him to ask this question so suddenly. After thinking for a while, she said, "I'll just find a place to stay."

"Aren't you going with Nagase and the others? —Won't you be okay going alone?"

"With the money I have right now, I should be able to afford to eat my fill."

Saito Harutori's eyes immediately brightened, and she said softly, "But if Kitahara-sensei were by my side, I would definitely be able to live a better life, both materially and spiritually."

"Thank you for your compliment." Kitahara Hakuba smiled.

He was simply grateful that he had the ability to provide others with spiritual and material fulfillment, which is what many people strive for throughout their lives.

"Hmm, Saito-senpai, Kitahara-sensei?" A light, melodious voice reached my ears.

At the same instant, Kitahara Hakuba could feel the soft, warm thigh that was pressed against him move away.

It turns out it really was copied and pasted on purpose.

Kurosawa Maki wore an earth-colored scarf, which did look a bit rustic, but her youthful cuteness and black stockings made up for it.

Her legs were very thin, and compared to Saito Harukori's fuller legs, they couldn't quite fill out the alluring beauty of the pantyhose.

Good morning, Kurosawa-senpai.

Saito Harutori was the first to greet everyone with a smile, her tone both shy and extremely natural, just like she did with everyone else at school.

"It's strange. It's been several months, and this is the first time I've seen Saito-senpai and Kitahara-sensei together on this tram, in this carriage."

Even though there was an empty seat next to Kitahara Hakuba, Kurosawa Maki still chose to stand in front of him and grab the rings.

Her gaze swept over the two of them. She felt that Saito-senpai was sitting too close. Even though there were empty seats, she was sticking to them so tightly. She might as well get even closer and blend in with Kitahara-sensei.

But he dared not say it to her face.

Huh?! How could this senior be so mean! Sitting so close! Even Li Hua wouldn't go this far!

Saito Harutori raised a finger to her cheek and said with a smile:

"Maybe this is fate? Just like how I met Ze-senpai today."

Kurosawa Maki murmured to herself, raising her hand to pull down the scarf covering her lips, and said with a smile, "Ah, speaking of which, it's so cold today. I didn't want to get up so early, but when I thought about how each meeting with Kitahara-sensei would be one less time, I got up as usual!"

Saito Harutori just kept smiling obsequiously; perhaps in her eyes, Kurosawa Maki was just a brat who didn't need to be bothered with.

"The real boss of this ensemble performance is Kitahara-sensei's group. Although the members inside are terrifying to look at, Tachibana and I won't give up."

Saito Harutori laughed and said, "You guys have a lot of confidence. I don't think I can beat Kitahara-sensei's group."